Silent whispers drift through the curls of brine, ebbing, flowing, never ending. Waves caress the forgotten ruins, sculpting stories anew from relics ensconced in whispered tales. Time laps gently at the shore, a tide that takes and never gives back, leaving vestiges of mirrors shattered.
The ocean remembers, remembers the songs of stars, woven into the sand, lost to the depths yet lingering, hauntingly, eternally. Underneath, where silence reigns, the current sings sweet lullabies of decay and renewal, a cycle without a beginning or end.
Hearken to the siren's call:
"From dusk to dawn, from dawn to dusk, we sing in shadows, we swim in light, where tides embrace the souls of night."
The sea is a keeper of secrets, an amalgamation of echoes and silences, where every grain of sand whispers a memory, a longing, an untouched dream. Dive beneath the currents, find solace in the embrace of the abyss, and listen to the melody of decay.
Within the depths, the forgotten sea sings a tale: Whisper of the tides, Dream of the submerged, Moonlight kissing the dark.